~The book contains gruesome scene with torture that has been inspired by past history~
Read at your own Risk.
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"This just in, an abandoned building found 30 minutes on the east coast has been discovered to be filled with bodies of unknown dead people. At least 30 people of both sexes, ranging from 20-30 years old were found. Authorities are on the run to identify the names of the said victims but it is said that these people are the ones who have been missing in this year alone-" The sound of the dripping rain overpowered the voices of the television.
One push of the button and the brightness that dimly illuminated the room turned in a sea of darkness.
The moon did no justice as it only revealed a few details inside the room but outlines of two personas can be observed as the thunderous rain gave the shadowy presence a face.
"It's a bit disappointing they have only found the bodies right now after months of searching" A low chuckle was heard near the one who spoke. Their body turned away from the once running tv.
"It takes brain power to know the places we've hidden the bodies which in my experience...they seem to lack off my dear sister" The window was foggy with the humid coming from the rain. Droplets after droplets of water seemed to fascinate them as their eyes were focused on the unclear sky.
Two knocks were heard followed by the silence.
The door creaked as it was slowly opened with the light from the outside slowly peaking in.
"Sorry to have bothered you but I bring forth the finest wine as you have requested mistresses" the unknown man dressed in an all black suit bowed his head as he offered the bottle of Screaming Eagle, with small letters that specify it to be the Cabernet 1992, he then presented it to the two people. His hands covered with white gloves to protect the glass from being contaminated by his fingerprints.
The man raised his head at the silence that followed his words.
But as he raised his head from the comfort of the floor, he trembled in fear as the darkness that consumed the room crawled up his body, making him shiver in fear.
Two sets of red eyes stared at him like a prey ready to be devoured in the most ugliest way. He stumbled, one leg moving backward.
"It seems as though we have been lenient, sister. A man dares to enter our room without our permission as well as look at us without waiting for our words" the man shivered in fear. He forgot about the rules and the consequences that followed it.
One wrong move and years of service and loyalty is no different than when they first came here, nothing holds them even with years of devotion, not from being under them.
The hand that was still offering the wine trembled in the thoughts of his life ending. His hand slowing losing the tight grip it had on it and what followed ended everything. The bottle slip from his grasp. A mistake that decided his future.
His eyes widen in terror as it slowly watched the bottle fall until it hits the ground, shattering into different fragments, the juice staining the white carpet with its purple hue.
Time could not tell how long he was staring at the ground, negative thoughts circling through his head.
The silence was too loud it began ringing louder and louder in his ears. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes but he knew not to speak or show a slight emotion.
Maybe they could be feeling merciful. Maybe even let him go with a little punishment that did not amount to his life. Anything but the value of his life he will take.
The presence of thunder is the only thing echoing in the room.
In every minute it took for them to say a word was every moment his heart was beating to its fullest.
It was raining and the thunder was as scary as what mothers tell their children in every storybook. But his feelings at the moment, being struck by lightning was more of a heaven than being in room with the sisters.
He was trembling.
The atmosphere in the room changed as he felt a movement.
"It would be best if you begin writing for your love ones as it will be the last they will hear of you" He thought wrongly. He stared in front of him.
There was no mercy in their eyes.
It was only filled with blood lust and an infinite darkness.
Before the man could utter any words to save his life, he was dragged away from the room by unknown men that he knows will kill him without any mercy.
"Judas Cradle" the woman standing spoke before turning her body to the window. All men that held the shaking boy all nodded, knowing what torture best suits whoever dare annoys them. Judas Cradle is their Oldest Miss favorite torture.
The poor victims mouth was muffled by a round object, preventing him from making any noise. He was dragged mercilessly on the floor, his vision became blurry and soon he felt nothing.
"You should have let me kill him sister, that was my favorite wine, I could use him as an experiment for a new...game I had in mind" a laugh then soon followed.
"We can buy another one little sister, and you can experiment with anyone you like. But before that, we need to call for someone to clean this mess" she pointed out at the shattered glass that was sparkling from the light.
It was giving of a sparkle that mimicked the stars. Like the galaxy that is filled with pieces of shiny balls of light.
One of sisters stared at the pile of broken glasses.
"Do you not think we are like this broken glass?" She was seating in front of the tv, she stood up and walked to the broken glass.
"We are more than a broken insignificant trash dear sister" the other one who was standing near the window walked to her place.
"But this glass looks sparkly and beautiful from afar, but once you touch it-" she pick up a piece of glass and raised it above her head for her sister to see. It was the size of a peanut.
The light that the moon offered, gave it a twinkle of light.
"Your hands will bleed" the other one spoke as she watched the tip of her sisters finger begin to drip blood from the slice the shattered edge brought.
"Precisely" the one holding the piece of glass stood up and threw what she was holding away.
Now, her interest was stolen away by the bright red color slowly cascading from her finger.
Her favorite color.
"We have our similarities with that but we are far more priceless remember that" The oldest turned around as the younger one followed her trails.
"A glass loses its worth as soon as it shatters" the sound of a drawer being opened echoed through the walls of the room.
"But we will never lose our worth" the oldest one threw a handkerchief to her sister and closed the wooden drawer she opened.
"We simply are far more-"
"Superior" her sister finished the sentence as she licked the blood that dripped from her fingers.
A loud thundering boom followed by a spark of lightning complied to their words as a sinister smile was planted on their faces.
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OBSESSION: Sisters of Dawn
Fanfic"The devil is hiding in plain sight. Be warned as not one but more is burning in hells night" ---G Two sisters, worshipped by both man and woman alike, rules the most prestigious school in the world. No soul seconds the power they hol...
